Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time for the money my nigga
stand up

There's never been a nigga good for this long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so many flows
This for this song
The next one I'll up
one will get bit up
These
To to make up shit
They
don't paint pictures
They just me
You what
Soon they forget who they
They whole style
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing
em out
It's hard to yell when the in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody than H-O-V
And I'm back for
New ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What more can I
more can I do?
I this all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You know what I'm about
birds down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't nothing on my
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they I make payroll
paid for
Friends roll
Private down to Turks and Caheos
Chrys loads
I don't a shit
one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
to death
Head to toe the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm plus
Give me a pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a cipher
What more can I say Guru play the

We let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
When got you in a mag
For like half a
And your ass Lilly

That mean that you write must be illy
Either that or your is silly
both
I don't mean to
But damn if I don't
Them crackers act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far from
Far from a Harvard
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In fact I'm just it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie stop false accusing it
to the music
The roof is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
ride
God forgive me for my brash
But I remember
What these did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
me like a pickiny
I literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze until forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You ain't never
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come here
Excluding
Look I embody
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get shot up a bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of
And I animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)